should rouse people to arms.
I'd carpet-bomb Heaven
aiming straight at Its maker
hovering over that apple tree.
He'd be in my cross-hair
as clear as I can see the tail
of a worm doing calisthenics
from an apple-hole hanging
upside down from the bottom
branch. These thoughts are drawn
from real life, like this morning's
shooting in Riverside county
situated a few miles due east of me.
I'd also question its maker's sanity
in regard His techno-speak
about Love and Peace
that demonstrates buying anything
not Made in America
isn't worth a Yen.
Too bad Mao!
That's a Confucian conclusion
about Yankee know-how
and love of guns
Made in the USA.
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